A marriage full of wounds

chapter 34

Catherine was only able to close her eyes, as her husband's face was on her long neck that was exposed seductively.

She endured the moans and hisses, getting even the strong bite from her husband's —.

Jeffin vented his anger by leaving a trail of redness and even bite wounds on the skin surface of his little wife's neck and shoulders.

Jeffin seemed to want to remove traces of touch other men's hands on his wife's body. The man, never to be accepted, was touched by anyone.

"Say, where else did he touch you?" Read the guy.

With a face full of anger and desire, Jeffin stared fixedly at the wrinkled face of his little wife who was holding back the bite attack and also the squeeze on the back so strong.

"You, dare to let it touch, mine," he whispered firmly.

The dark gaze of the man still drew sharply, to the wife who was still faithful closed her eyes. Jeffin's focus now turned to his nervous wife's lips that bit his lower lip.

"Say, why are you so presumptuous, hum?" He muttered softly.

At this moment the man's lips, already perfectly fixed on his wife's rancid lips, stroked her gently and gave her delicate kisses, successfully making the fur of the crouch, Catherine bristled.

"I wouldn't like it if mine was touched by another man" he said firmly.

While peeping the entire surface of his wife's face, and squeezing the strong slender back of his wife. "What, you understand?" He nodded in whispers.

"You, understand, bad girl."

Jeffin again whispered right in his wife's ear and left a subtle bite in Catherine's — earlobes.

The girl who was in the lap of her husband, with the position of both legs is on both sides of the body of the husband. He can only nod his head and try to hold back, tingly and also sore.

Jeffin distanced his face from the neck niche tempting the wife, and again gave a hard-to-understand look.

His thumb now plays the ranum lips of his wife and occasionally takes turns for her delicate kiss.

That made Catherine hissing stifled, enduring the strange taste within her body. It was as if thousands of guerrilla ants were in his stomach.

"Open, eyes!" Jeffin's orders.

He continued to look at the charming face of his little wife with dazzling dark eyes. The look of a hungry eagle. A cold face with a hardened jaw, holding something that is already passionate.

Catherine said, immediately opening her eyes slowly and twitching afterwards, making the girl's face even more adorable.

Seeing that, Jeffin could only grit his teeth with his facial lines getting redder. Resisting his desire that was already in the crown.

With his back firmly leaning, and Catherine on his lap, his head lowered slightly staring at the reddish face and sparkling eyes of his wife who was struck by the dim lights of his luxury car.

While Catherine, raised her head slightly, stared fixedly, dark eyes swept in front of her. Her chest rippled pleasantly to be in this kind of position. Such an intimate position between the two.

Catherine was surprised, as her husband's soft burly fingers, began to tickle the skin of the hand, rose to the neck and was now at the nape of her neck.

"What, do you intend to tease the man there?" Whisper Jeffin.

That subtle whisper, made Catherine shudder involuntarily, as the warm sweep of her husband's breath hit the skin of her neck.

"Jawab," Jeffin continued.

The man looked back at his little wife, who had closed his eyes.

"T-no, I'm just getting acquainted with her" Catherine said in a nervous tone.

"Really," said Jeffin.

"Hum! Catherine Mumbled.

Jeffin was made even crazier by this sensation of his wife's body. Jeffin closed his eyes as his wife's fresh breath swept across the surface of his flat face, which was so close to his.

Jeffin rubbed the cute face, using his face adorned with fine signs around the facial line and the top of his thin lips.

Jeffin tickled that adorable face, making his little wife goosebumps and stiffens. Between holding back the amused taste and the warm swish that the dark-eyed man created.

The man pushed the back of his wife's head, until their bodies stuck together with no distance.

The lips of the two were now meeting each other and the man immediately sipped it full of desire that he had been holding since.

The savage man, lowering his wife's fancy dress, to display the favorite ranum fruit wrapped in the last cloth, which can not be separated from the ignorance of the young master's skillful fingers.

Now it is plastered the ranum fruit in front of the face, making the desire of the man even more passionate. Again he attacked the ranum lips in front of him. With both hands pulling up on the lower dress of the wife. He gently rubbed the smooth and white thigh.

Make the girl can only be quiet and resigned with a body that begins to calm and carried away by the pleasant atmosphere.

She relentlessly bit her lower lip, holding back the sound of the explosion she was feeling now, when her husband was among her rations.

Catherine felt like letting out her screeching voice, when ferociously her savage husband bit into the clamor of one of her rations.

The tiny body was already curved slightly back with both hands in the husband's hair. Squeezing strongly as she tried to resist the response of her husband's actions.

Moreover, both of her husband's hands did not want to miss to touch her. One hand grasped one of her rations and the other, now playing her body, from the thigh until now on the surface of her flat stomach, playing her navel which increasingly made Catherine — want to scream.

Jeffin ignored the anxiety of the little wife for his actions, he just wanted to enjoy his wife's body and vent all the turmoil of his desires.

"Wait-wait!" Catherine Excited. "You, it's impossible to do it here" he continued in a heavy voice.

Catherine still had consciousness, and stopped her husband, as his fingers grew. Catherine distanced her body and looked at the husband's angry face.

"I, don't tell you to protest and me, no matter where we are. The important thing is that you are mine and I will satisfy myself" he said firmly and under pressure.

Catherine could only stare at the man in front of her with a pushy look. Isn't it, from his words signify it only as an impingement and what is different from a hired woman.

In her daydream, Catherine was shocked back when her husband scooped his lips full of savagery, to the point that he had trouble breathing.

Both of the man's hands clasped firmly on the two ranums, until Catherine hissed in pain.

Instead of stopping when he heard his wife almost scream, Jeffin even more became and now he kissed the curve of the neck and the upper bones of his chest that was so tempting. Inhaling the sweet scent of his wife's body, which further starved Jeffin darkened his eyes.

Catherine was only able to wrinkle her face back tense, she could only freeze with both hands squeezing each other behind her husband's body.

Catherine was able to breathe a sigh of relief, as she felt their car stop. The door in front opened and closed again.

Jeffin himself distanced himself from the wife's body and restyled the messy appearance of his little wife, without returning the zipper of the dress at first. He just wrapped his wife's body in a fancy suit.

"Who, who let you down" said Jeffin coldly.

He held both sides of his wife's hips and gave a sharp look.

"The car, it's stopped" he replied.

The gaze grew sharper and he again squeezed the strong hair on the back of his wife.

"I, do not like to be denied," he said with a hideous flat face.

Catherine was only able to close her lips together, with a pias and nervous face.

Jeffin, pressing the button next to his side and immediately the roof of the car was open and Catherine could see the surrounding that was like being in a luxurious parking lot.

She turned to the side as the car door opened and the outside and her husband's assistant stood there with her head lowered.

Catherine's position was still in the lap of her husband who did not let go of the slightest grip on her slender waist.

The man also came out with him still in his lap. Walking with his position in the carrying is worthy of a child Kuala. The face she hid in the niche of her husband's masculine scented neck.

Both legs were coiled around the hard waist of her savage husband and both hands perched on the neck tightly. Her husband only occasionally kissed, her shoulders were not covered.

Jeffin carried his wife to the elevator and drove her to his penthouse. He carried his little wife like carrying a 15-year-old child, it was because his wife's posture was so tiny, so Jeffin was so easy to carry his wife.

"W-Where are we going?" Catherine asked who was peeking behind the recess of her husband's neck.

Jeffin could only harden his jaw, as his wife's warm breath swept across his nape which was the core of his sensitive soul.

"Don't tease me."